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Saturday, August 30, 2014

Arhi FF Chamkili. Ch-15C 'Chamkili on Honeymoon (C)'

                           
                             Chamkili
                                                PART-15C
                       Chamkli on Honey-moon

“Hey Aarnav, we are headed to the Royale Club, you wanna join dude.” Michael asked his fellow class-mate who just happened to pass-by the SUV they were all in. But before he could answer, Hunter spoke.

“Come-on now Mike, don’t embarrass the poor guy, like he could even dream of it.” He smirked, eyeing the clenched fist and barely contained anger of his adversary.

“What? You wanna hit me? Huh? Give it a shot dude. However, I am not very sure if you are gonna like the mess you’ll definitely land in.” Arnav looked him in the eye, wanting desperately to unleash the rage in him and yet struggling fiercely to rein it in.

“You filthy little parasites! Bloody terrorists! Coming to our country and then sucking on all that’s ours, bloody suckers! And then you have the guts to call us racists for squishing you like the roaches that you are.” Hunter deliberately gave another push, and Arnav was ready to stake all he has gained in the last few years for the momentary pleasure of beating the life out of this bastard. He would have done it then, even if he had to regret it for the rest of his damned life. But just as he had balled his fist and moved towards the SUV, a scared little voice got through,

“Hunter, please just drop it. And anyway we are getting late for the show.”
 And once the haze of anger was broken, Arnav knew exactly what Hunter was trying to do. He was finally in control of himself, well whatever little control he could manage that is. And Hunter knew it when he saw it.

“It’s not your place to speak, you bitch.” The venom in his voice sent a chill through her veins. But this momentarily displaced anger gave Arnav enough time and space to just let go and move on. Although, he did feel sorry for the girl, knowing well that she had all but volunteered herself as Hunter’s punching-bag. After taking several steps in the opposite direction, he couldn’t stop himself from glancing back. The jeep was there still and Hunter was looking at the girl beside him with pure hatred and contempt. The girl, he couldn’t see her face, but as the breeze blew away the hair from her dusky shoulder, he could all but feel her shivers. A haze of dust got in way of sight, but also cleared the webs in his mind. He jerked himself back to the ground as the jeep sped away… stirring the dust… probably leaving some of it unsettled forever…

The dust clouded his vision and a sharp honk brought him back to the bus-stop, he had been standing at for quite a while now. This car had also left a stream of unsettled dust in its wake. Some things never change. He glanced at his watch, it was almost twelve. He hadn’t realized that he had been here for quite a few hours now. He had wanted to cool down, and in the absence of his trusted companion, his SUV, he had turned to his other trusted companion, one that had brought him comfort in that foreign land, in his time of distress, long before he could afford an SUV. He drew in another deep fag with a deep breath and held that breath in for a while, relishing the burn and the haze that he had denied himself for a very long time now. Quitting hadn’t really been as easy as those welfare adds make it out to be. ‘Anything for Di’ had been his mantra back then. Some things never change.. That thought, and the guilt had been back with a vengeance, drowning all the memories of his past that had been drowning him for quite a while now. He had once again treated his wife as his punching-bag.  What the bloody hell was her fault if that scumbag was a bloody scumbag. And then he had left her alone on the last night of their honey-moon. But, he didn’t trust himself around her, not when his murderous rage for Hunter was all he could think about. Cooling himself down was the best way. But it took longer than he had expected, the empty packet of cigarettes was another reminder of just how long. A sudden cold drop of rain dragged him out of the confines of his mind once again. He looked at the last lit cigarette in his hand, wanting to throw it but, the clasp of his hand just grew stronger. And Arnav Singh Raizada gave into the temptation all over again. This giving into temptation thing was happing a lot to him lately, since Khushi.

He swiped his card through the door lock and pushed the door quietly, pretty sure that his lovely wife would be snuggled up on the couch, wrapped in a shawl, tired of waiting for him. Arnav wondered what would happen if one day she finally gave-up on waiting… The room was relatively dark when he first entered. It took a minute for his eyes to adjust to the more milder lighting. The next moment his eyes searched the room for his wife. But she wasn’t there. He considered knocking the bathroom door, but the thought of what he was supposed to say to her after his brutish conduct earlier, stopped him in his tracks. After all sorry was still a less frequented territory for Mr. Raizada. Suddenly, there was a soft click and some recent but surprisingly pleasant melody invaded the room and his senses. More than a year with his Salmaan fan of a wife, he had become used to some random bollywood song playing on their music-system, every once in a while when he came back from his office in the evening. What happened next, however, was a once-in-a-blue-moon occurrence.

Khuhsi emerged from behind the fancy medieval looking partition just as the lyrics, ‘ang laga de re; mohe rang laga de re’, reached him. A translucent white saree wrapped around her delectable form and a delicious blush on her beautiful face. She turned her back to him and holding the edge of the tasteful furniture, she swayed to the melody. ‘Ram ratan dhan lagan magan man tan mora chandan re.’ The arch of her neck inviting as was the curve of her waist. ‘ujli kori preet pea a satrang laga de re.’ Her fingers called him to her as she turned to face him and had he not been all but fixed to the spot, he would have rushed to her. ‘Ang laga de re; mohe rang laga de re. Main to teri joganiya, tu jog laga de re.’ She came towards him and right when he raised his arms in an attempt to pull her to him, she had evaded him once again and skidded off to the attached open balcony.

His eyes traced a rain drop as slid from her forehead to her chin to her neck finally disappearing in the valley of her breasts. ‘Raat banjar si hai, kale khanjar si hai.’ She twirled her way to him and then pulled him from the door and in the rain. ‘Raat banjar si hai, kale khanjar si hai, tere seene ki law mere andar bhi hai; tu hawa de ise to mera tan jale’ the much despised distance was there once again there as her now drenched form swayed to the beats… close and yet not close enough. ‘jala de re sang jala de re, mohe ang laga de re…’ the magic deepened as she became still, her eyes closed; strands of wet hair wrapped around her face and neck; her breathing shallow and with it, the alluring rhythm of her breasts; her soaked saree clinging to her every curve, barely a barrier... He stood still too, enchanted by the absolute beauty that doused his senses… that was there for his pleasure solely.

They were inside the room once again. He had no idea how or when he had come inside. He had just followed her. The seductress’s fingers slipped through his shirt, finally separating the lapels, opening his shirt. A slight touch of her hand grazed the skin of his chest as her breath warmed the column of his neck. He tries to trap her in his arm, but like a beautiful dream that she was, she eludes him all over again. ‘Raas hai raat mein, teri har baat mein’ She had once again disappeared behind the partition. His breath hitched as he watched her shadow unraveling the saree, a hand appeared from behind the divider and discarded the saree. Her face, visible above the cursed furniture, tuned sideways and her heavy, downcast lashes came in his line of vision. She lifted his shirt and… ‘Raas hai raat mein, teri har baat mein, bol mein kya karoon aise haalaat mein’ She emerged… a glorious goddess… in nothing but his soaked shirt. Her movements a little more conscious and abashed now, and yet the desire to please and be pleasured still visible in her eyes. ‘Hun mein teri malang, tu hi mera nasha’ She hugged him from behind, her arms wrapping around his waist and her face resting on his back. ‘Chadha de re bhang chadha de re, prem ki bhang chadha de re’ He turned, bringing her to his front, encasing her body within his arms. Her hand slipped in his hair and grasping a bunch she pulled his head back. ‘Mein to teri joganiya tu jog laga de re’ her heavy, pink eyes stared deep into his drugged ones.  ‘jog laga de re, prem ka rog laga de re…’ He lifted her in his arms and brought her to the bed, deftly placing her in the canter and in barely a second she was welcoming his warm weight on her… in her… ‘ Ram ratan dhan lagan magan man tan mora chandan re…


 AN:  Hey guys, so what did you think about the latest chapter. I was a little unsure while writing this one. I have never written a song sequence before, it's really tricky. Please do let me know your verdict on this one. Also, any guesses on who the mystery woman is with Hunter in the flashback? :)

Love,
Srija :)
              

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Arhi FF Chamkili. Ch- 15B 'Chamkili on Honeymoon.'

AN: Hey guys! Okay, so first of all really sorry for the delay but I recently downloaded all the seasons of Supernaturals and fell in love with Dean Winchester, so was having a little problem concentrating else where. But I am back with a new update finally and I hope that you guys will like it. Another important announcement, I am not going to continue with the fan-fic Tangent Worlds  as I have decided to convert it into a non-Arhi story. The story has many significant characters and plots and sub-plots and complete or even extra focus on Arhi was just not possible. However, once I am finished with it, I will post it in some form, hope to see you guys there too. Now, back to Chamkili....


                                  Chamkili
                               On Honey-moon…
                                   Part- 15B
“Arnavji?”

“Hmm?”

“Arnavji… Ah Aaah!”

“Mmmm!”

Well, after trying to claim his attention for quite sometime now, Khushi was pretty sure that just calling his name was not going to be enough. And so she grasped his hair and pulled him off her neck where he was busy kissing, sucking, biting, licking….

“Aaah Khushi! What the hell! Can’t you see I am busy?” He let out a frustrated growl.

There were few people who had the gifted talent to leave Khushi Kumari Gupta dumbfounded and Arnav Singh Raizada was one of those chosen few. However, even he didn’t achieve the feat on a regular basis. But right now he had managed to do just that… shut that rebellious and delicious mouth of his arch nemesis and eternal lover. She had first pouted in confusion and then blushed with understanding. And by the time she found her voice back, her Arnavji was once again… well let’s just say Busy…

“Arnavji?”

“Hmmm!”

“Arnavji, I am hungry.” She managed to squeak between moans.

“Hmm, me too baby.”  He empathized and then continued to draw the skin near her naval into his hungry mouth, sucking it with such ferocity that made his delectable wife arch her body and then hiss in pleasurable pain. Her hold on his hair became painful, and he relished the pain, fearful of its loss as a mad-man is fearful of losing his madness.

“Arnavji, wo wala hungry nahi, sachi-muchi wala hungry.” Came his wife’s shy whisper and he looked into her innocent eyes and chuckled. Well, nothing could ever come between Khushi and food, not even her equally hungry husband.
“Okay baby, I’ll order something.” He said and then moved towards the intercom on the bed-side table.

“No Arnavji, not the room-service again.” She pouted making Arnav smile.

“You don’t like the food here baby? No problem, we’ll order from somewhere else.” He said and then busied himself leafing through the pamphlets of the nearby food outlets.

“Arnavji, I don’t want to dine-in again. We haven’t left this room since we came in.” she complained, an adorable pout accompanying that.

“So?” he seemed genuinely confused.

“So?” she rounded her eyes with annoyance before further continuing.

“So, what will everyone say once we go back empty-handed, no gifts for anyone, not even pictures of places we visited.” She finished with a frustrated huff.

“Khushi, we are on our honeymoon and it seems like every other person in the whole wide world knows what it entails except you.” He seemed a little annoyed too.

Khushi knew when she needs to loosen the pressure and back-off… But she wasn’t doing it before giving it a last shot; a shot she knew would ensure her victory.

“Okay, whatever you say.” She turned her back to him and then paused for effect before continuing.
“Haan ye alag baat hai ki Nainitaal ghumna hamara bachpan ka sapna tha.” She smiled a wicked smile as she imagined her husband’s guilt ridden expression.
“When we were young, Sarita had come here with her family and she used to tell me all about the clear blue lakes and white snow-capped mountains and churches and gardens and everything. And as a little girl I used to dream of maybe some day coming here and seeing it, experiencing it all for myself. But, if you don’t want to go…” she left her words hanging. She had pulled the strings and knew that nothing could defeat her invincible husband but… her tears… well that was a different story. Her back still to his front, she smirked, confident of her victory.

“Khushi, come-on don’t be sad baby, we’ll go wherever you want to go.” She heard him, but her smile had not even fully stretched across her lips when she heard his drawl,
“Haan ye alag baat hai ki main ye complete week tumhare saath spend karna chahta tha. I was so excited about it. But then your meeting came and…” sharp guilt speared through her body and she turned to him instantly.

“Arnavji, I am so sorry, I’ll cance…” was that a ghost of smile that lingered on his lips? But it disappeared instantly, leaving her unsure of what she saw. However, the mirth in his eyes  could not deceive her...never.

“Arnavji, not fair! You played me.” She hit him on his chest and then pouted.

“Learnt from the very best ma’am.” He said with a mock salute and then kissed her temple, bringing back the sunny smile he lived for.

“Okay okay, we’ll go wherever you want to go, but in a while.” And with that said he once again started dropping wet kisses along her jaw. And then there was a loud grumbling. She blushed and he smiled looking at her.

“Pett mein se aawazen aa rahi hai?” he smiled at her indulgently and then dropping a kiss on her lips,  got up pulling Khushi along with him.

“Okay get ready now, we need to get some food in your system soon.”
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“Khushi, what the hell is that?”
She looked behind her and around her to find the thing that had freaked her husband out but nothing really seemed out of the ordinary.

“Kya?” she finally asked puzzled, her eyes rounded in confusion.

“What the hell are you wearing?”

“Huh?” she searched her light blue chiffon saree for holes or wrecks or anything that would explain her husband’s current disposition.

“Khushi it’s freezing out there, it’s practically November!” He sounded a curious mixture of concern and annoyed, kind of like her Buaji. A playful smile crossed her face at the thought.

“I’ll take a shawl Arnavji, you really don’t need to worry.” She showed him her pretty white shawl as if to back-up her claim.

“So everyone is out there with over-coats and sweaters and leather jackets and what not but a barely there shawl over a barely there saree is enough for you? Oh, and correct me if I am wrong but aren’t you the one that shivers if I set the air-conditioner’s temperature below 20 degrees!” he paused at Khushi’s flushed face and then resumed in a relatively calmer tone,

“I had packed some jeans and sweaters for you, they should be in my carry-all, please put those on. And there is a scarf and a pair of leather gloves too.”

“But, I don’t wear…”

“Oh, believe me, that would cover you way better than this flimsy saree.”
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“You were mean but right, thank-you.”

“Huh?” Arnav really didn’t know what to say to that out of blue, out of context remark. And the context here being the angry silence that his wife had been holding for over sixteen minutes now. Well, he didn’t try to break it either because frankly he just wanted to see for just how long she could hold it. And sixteen it was! 

“Earlier about the dress and everything, you were right.” The latter part of her statement was barely audible.

“I am always right Khushi, I am…”

“See, if you are going to be all ‘I am the all-mighty ASR’ again then I’ll stop talking, okay.” She was already annoyed at having to accept defeat and he wasn’t making it any easier.

“Now, I know you won’t do that because you just can’t, no one else to talk to over here baby. And not being able to talk was the reason that you apologized in the first place, right?” ASR was being, well ASRish again.

“I never apologized.” She said defending her stand. The not-being-able-to-shut-up-stuff was basically a taken-for granted-impossible-to-defend thing now, and so she decided to leave that territory out of the war zone.

“So what was it then? ‘You were right, I was wrong.’ Oh and…” He stopped in the mid of it all because though he was having fun teasing her,  he sure as hell didn’t want an angry and grumpy wife on the last day of their first honey-moon, and before you ask, he was more than sure that there were going to be several more. Hell, one marriage wasn’t enough, so how the hell could just one honeymoon do!

“Okay baby, I am sorry.” And saying that he pulled his white plastic chair closer to her red one and hugging her sideways, dropped a light kiss on her temple.

“You know Arnavji, I sometimes think that if someone had told me a year back that one day I’ll be drinking tea from a cheap plastic cup, sitting in a small dhaba and Arnav Singh Raizada, my husband Arnav Singh Raizada, would be sitting right next to me on a similar old plastic chair and sipping the five rupee tea from a fifty paisa cup, I would have just laughed in their face and then ran off towards the Himalayas.” They both smiled at that, well that was true… most of it anyway.

“Do you remember our first date?” she asked him, curious of what he might say.

“You mean the one with the annoying waiter that kept asking “table for two?” Hmm, I do seem to recall it. However I am not very sure if your date was with me or with the free biscuit.” He finished with a teasing smirk on his face and she smiled at the memory too. Pretty soon the smirk and the smile had blown into uncontrollable laughter.

“You remember that? I thought you’d say the other one.”

“The one where you popped the bubbly into another man’s soup or where you invited the entire family over on our movie-date?” he asked cheekily while cocking an eyebrow.

“Okay okay, so we end-up having crappy dates. Let’s remedy that today. Let’s just make today the most amazing date ever. Okay!” And with that said she got up pulling her husband with her and they headed towards the mountain peak that promised the best view of sun-sets.
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“It was officially the most mesmerizing sight ever.” Khushi stretched and relaxed in her comfortable seat that the popular restaurant The Earl’s Court offered. It had been a busy day with all the sight-seeing and shopping and endless chatting and so at the end of it Arnav had suggested this place for dinner and Khushi had happily complied.

“Well, I could argue with you on that, but I don’t want to. So, what are we ordering? Italian, Chinese, Continental, Mediterranean?  They serve a wide variety around here.”

“Okay, let’s make this a little more interesting…we’ll make a little game out of it. I’ll put your knowledge of my likes and dislikes to test and if you perform well… Well then, maybe later tonight… I’ll perform.” She said with a teasing twist in her tone and a tinge of coyness in her eyes.

“Umhmm! Interesting!” and his hold on her hand got a bit more interesting too and the way he stared into her eyes was just intense.

“Ground rules, the food cannot be Indian.” She said without breaking the eye-lock.

“Ofcourse sweetheart! However, the performance must match the international standards too then, that’s only fair.”

“Done!”

“Done!”

Arnav then looked at the menu and chose certain items from there, the names of all of which sounded just bizarre to Khushi. He then went on to give certain specific instruction to the waiter regarding some of the cuisines he had ordered. It took him a while but he was finally done and more than sure of his victory he finally turned back to his wife… the wife who was more than willing to lose. Mind-blowing sex and on top of that an exquisite platter of exotic international, well life didn’t get any better than this. Khushi was more than proud at her business skills, she all but patted her back at a deal well made (actually, she did do it mentally though :P)

“ It’s going to take a while, so why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind.”

“Well tonight is going to be a surprise but if you promise me that you won’t laugh then I’ll tell you something… umm, a secret.”

“Okay?”

“You know, long before our marriage, when I just used to work at your house?”

“Yes?”

“Umm, Amma and Buaji had been bugging me about marriage for a while and then finally when I did think about it… I thought about being married to you.” The flush of pink on her skin deepened a bit more.

“What did you think about?” asked ASR, flirtation personified.

“Nothing, just about making jalebis for you, dressing-up for you, the saree incident earlier just brought back the memory. You know what’s funny though, even in my dreams, you were always the Rakshasha.” She finished with her tongue-in-cheek.

“Wouldn’t that be a perfect theme for the performance tonight? Beast ravishing the Beauty.” He said with a smirk flustering her and then continued further.

“I used to have dreams too you know, about you, since the moment I first laid my eyes on you.”

“Like?” she asked, curious and a little scared.

“The genre fits better with performance and though I could attempt an oral demonstration… but even 'oral' takes a different dimension there. How about I show you instead, later tonight?”

‘Why is it suddenly so hot in here?’ Khushi wondered as her throat went dry and she found herself at a lack of words.

“Hey Arnaav, is that you?”

Arnav’s back stiffened at that accented voice, while his wife just seemed curious. And soon the source of that voice was standing right next to their table. Oblivious to her husband’s reaction, Khushi was just stunned by the tall, white man with gorgeous blonde hair and beautiful dark eyes.

“Oh wow, it is you. It’s been long, six-seven years after college? How have you been? And who is this lovely woman?”

“I am fine. This is my wife, Khushi Singh Raizada. And Khushi, this is Benjamin Hunter, a Howard acquaintance.”  Arnav introduced them in a clipped tone, while the man in question was already pulling a seat next to the couple.

“More like buddies! And Kusi, I must say you are beautiful, my friend here is a very lucky man.” His tone was easy and friendly.

“Ji thankyou. You look good yourself Benjiminji.” She replied with a polite smile.

“Oh, please call me Ben, or Hunter if you wish.” He replied with a wink. Arnav could see that Khushi was uncomfortable with the situation and his own anger with increasing with every passing second. But there was nothing he could do, not without spoiling the wonderful day they had been having so far. Fortunately, just then the waiter came up with their food and Arnav hoped that Benjamin would take the hint and just leave, but the he did know that that was more of a wish.

“Wow, Italian, Continental, even Egyptian, the spread looks amazing. Kusi, I hope you don’t mind if I join you guys.” She looked at her husband and she knew that he wanted her to say no, but her middle class mannerism just wouldn’t allow her.

“Sure, Benjaminji.”

“I must tell you Kusi, it’s just like Arnaav. You know we had this little corner in our university that served Indian food and everyone just loved the food there, but this man here would hardly ever go to that place. And looking at the food here, it looks like nothing much has changed.” He paused to swallow the lasagna and then continued futher,

“Oh, except for the fact that he is married now. Who would have guessed that? I mean, the guy was barely ever committed, but then I was worse, right dude?”

The mention of college, Howard, girl-friends and everything brought to the forefront the questions that Khushi had struggled to push back. She wondered if Benjamin knew anything about Sheetal. Well, this was her chance to try and gather some information. But how exactly do you ask a stranger if they knew about your husband fathering an illegitimate child with an ex-girlfriend? All those Premchand books and the several Saritas and Vanitas that she had grownup reading seemed so useless in a time of crisis. She was pretty sure that the questions would come bubbling if she didn’t do something to calm down.

“Arnavji, I’ll just come back in a moment.” And saying that she walked towards the ladies-room, blissfully unaware of what she was about to witness, of what her leaving them alone would cause.
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“I have to say that I can see why you decided to settle after-all.” Benjamin’s eyes were still glued to Khushi’s back and that did not go unnoticed by Arnav.

“Benjamin, we are on a date over here, so I hope you won’t mind leaving us alone.” He said in a clipped tone, his patience slipping off at a much quicker pace in the absence of his wife.

“Come-on now, it’s not like we haven’t shared a ‘date’ before. What was the name of that Indian bitch? The one you had sloppy-seconds with, after me of course.”

“Just leave.”

“Oh come-on now, don’t go all territorial now. This could be your chance to return the favor…”  his sentence remained incomplete as he was shocked into silence by a heavy and painful punch that his companion, the husband on the table had just thrown his way.

When she reentered the dining area, she was pretty sure that she was in control of herself and that she could handle the situation. Only, she had not expected to find their table over-turned, food spilled in all direction and three waiters trying to pull her husband off his college friend, who he was busy punching. It took her a moment to take it all in and then she rushed to her Arnavji, knowing well that only she could stop him from… killing the man?

“Arnavji, bass kijea. Maar dalenge kya?” she now had a firm grasp on his shoulder and was trying to pull him away from the bleeding, drooling mess that was Mr. Hunter.

“Haan maar dalunga. Iski himmat kaise hui tumhare bare mein aisa kehne ki.” He said without breaking the string of punches he was still busy throwing.

“Arnavji, please stop.” She all but cried and he stopped. The next moment she was being dragged out to the parking-lot by her very furious husband. Once near their car, she pulled back, freeing herself from his hold. He stopped and turned back to her. He was furious and she was not helping.

“What was all that about?”

“Khushi, don’t test my patience, just sit in the car.”

“Or what?”

In less than a second, she found herself caught between the steely car on the back and the no less steely man on the front.

“Don’t fuck with me right now Khushi, I don’t want to hurt you.” However, his hand twisting hers behind her back was singing a completely different tune.

“What is wrong with you? So he said something, so what! Why do you have to be such … such…”

“Such what, huh? Animal? Brute?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I don’t give a damn about what you say or mean. How dare he say all those filthy things about you! How dare he! You are mine. MINE! Samjhi tum? And if anyone, any-damn-one, would dare to even look at you, I’ll kill him. And you cannot stop me.” He all but growled in an icy tone, a dangerous fire lurking in his eyes and Khushi was terrified. He saw the terror in her eyes and that snapped him back to reality. And so loosening his hold on her wrist he moved back and then opened the passenger door for his woman who was still stunned, stupefied and stuck to that piece of ground.

AN: Please do let me know what you thought of this update, it's always a delight reading your lovely comments. Btw, Mr. Hunter here is to stay for a very long time now, so fasten your seat-belts for all the coming twists and turns. :)

PS: Presenting to you Benjamin Hunter,


PPS: Before you guys get any weird notions of even worse, images, let me make clear that when Ben talks about sharing dates, he is NOT talking about threesomes or foursomes or any such sick thing, Arnav would never do that. He might be referring to some woman that they both dated at different periods of time of course. Also, if it was not clear from the update, Arnav has had issues with this Ben guy since a long time now and what just happened just brought all the repressed anger back. Benjamin Huter is going to be a very very central character from now and he is here to stay for a long time. So be ready for more twists and turns :)

Love,
Srija

Friday, May 2, 2014

Blog going private. Very Important Notice!

   Very Very Important Note:
    Blog becoming private by this sunday.   

Hey Guys! This is the last time I am informing you that my blog is becoming private by the end of this week. In fact, I had already made it private for about 24 hours but then I received so many messages on IF that I decided to keep it open for at least 3 more days, the reason being I don't want to lose so many awesome readers that I have on the blog. So, once again it's my humble request that if you are really interested in following my stories then please please send me your mail ids so that I can send you the invite and for people that I had added and whom I didn't add but who have sent me their mail ids, don't worry I'll be mailing you an invite by this sunday, untill then it's open to all.

1.) You can message me your id on IF, my IF id is srija.singh04.

2.) You can drop it as a comment on the blog or on my IF index thread:
http://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=3515478&PID=79636508&#79636508

3.) You can mail it to me on srija.singh04@gmail.com.

Remember guys, the next update that is going to be on Chamkili (as it won the poll on the blog) will be last one while my blog is public so please do send me you mail ids by then, I really don't want to lose such awesome readers :)

Love,
Srija :)

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Arhi FF, Chamkili. Part- 15A. 'Chamkili on Honeymoon'



AN: Okay guys, first of all a little confession, well, I kind of suck at writing intimate scenes, so please be a little kind. However, whatever I have written, I did enjoy writing though I do hope to het as good as some other writers on the forum, some day... Anyway do give it a read and let me know what you thought of it. This one is all Arhi :)






Chamkili on Honeymoon…
Part 15A.

Some Light was seeping inside the room through very narrow slits in the carefully drawn curtains. It was as if she had decided that it won’t adhere to the arrogant wishes of self-assuming humans who thought that could deny her entry at mere whim. Well, she did have to thank Curtains though, her partner in crime. She wondered why humans were so foolish; flaunting what was worthless and even ugly and hiding the eternally beautiful. They fought wars, massacred lives and spilled blood, gloriously unabashed and yet concealed the glory of love in the pits of darkness. No, she was having none of it. If they were arrogant fools then she was an adamant bitch. How dare they deny her the pleasure of watching love at its rawest, crudest… best? How could she ever miss this sight of her small feminine frame encased within his larger masculine one? This was what helped her endure the forever, she was cursed with. She saw his possessive hold around her pliant waist and the look of contentment on her face as she laid there with her face buried in his chest. Her pale skin, tinged with saffron wrapped around his slightly tanned and work roughened form. Light beamed happily and brightly… well a little too brightly perhaps…
Khushi opened her eyes as the bright rays pierced through her shut lashes and she felt the warmth. This warmth, had nothing to do with the sun; no it’s the warmth one feels when they are surrounded by love, and the man whose love was surrounding her, seemed hell bent on suffocating her as well, if his tight hold around her was anything to go by. She smiled indulgently at the blatant possessiveness of her husband and took in the musky scent that was him. His scent mixed with hers, a reminder too potent of their amour, their love and its expression. The saffron tinge increased just a little around her face and neck as she thought back to their expression of love, not too long ago. She smiled and shifted a little so that she could take a closer look at his face. His hold was unyielding, reluctant to let go even a little bit. The child-like innocence on his face seemed so deceptive, almost incongruent to the man who had not too long ago made her whimper and groan and moan and even scream. Her shaitaan Raj-kumar. She smiled at the thought and with as little movement as possible; she maneuvered her body such that with her chin lying on his chest, very near the cleft between his shoulder-blades, she got a very clear and uninterrupted view of his face; every feature, every mole, every pore and every freckle was there in clear sight of her vision.
She wondered how long it had been since she had been engrossed in studying his face. He frowned a little and she found herself wondering at what must be bothering him, for that bothered her as well. The reason turned out to be the same playful beam of light that had not too long ago beamed brightly at her. She wondered what she could do about it. No one and nothing had the right to bother her Laad Governor, well besides her of course. Wriggling out of his hold was impossible without waking him up, she tried shading his face by her hand but that shameless intruder found her way around the wife’s dainty hands, also the position was a little uncomfortable and tiring, and then it struck her…  
Arnav Singh Raizada was in for a pleasant surprise once he opened his eyes. His beautiful and absolutely naked wife was lying half atop him, her hair falling as a curtain, separating them from the rest of the world and into a cocoon that they… nah, that she had managed to create for them. And her eyes, those hazel flavored pools of chocolate were staring right into his own with such love that he couldn’t help but thank that deity he didn’t believe in for bringing this angle in his life. If left to his own devices, he would have done a brilliant job at pushing her away, not that he had let any stone un-turned anyway. If not for her Devi... nah, if not for Khushi’s own love, goodness and faith, he would have pushed away his only chance at happiness, without even realizing what he was losing. These thoughts of woulds and coulds made his chest constrict in pain. She must have seen the pain flit across his eyes, for the next moment he found her lips taking his in a deep, soulful kiss, coveying in her own unique way that they were meant to be… anyways and always. He smiled at the thought and that made Khushi break the kiss and look up at him, searchingly. He just shook his head and then once again took her lips in for another delicious kiss, taking charge this time.
Holding her by the nape of her neck and encircling her waist with his free hand, he pushed her on her back without breaking the kiss for even a second. Her fingers were lost in the lushness of his hair, pulling him closer still, as if the space to even breathe was needed less than his nearness. He broke the kiss and she moaned her displeasure. Trying to pull him back to her, she opened her eyes when she felt slight resistance on his part. What she saw, made her breath hitch, his eyes were fixed on her form and looking down at herself, she discovered that the thin barrier shielding her form from her husband’s hungry gaze had come undone long back. Suddenly feeling conscious of her scandalous posture, she slowly brought her hands to her chest, protecting her modesty the best she could by crossing her hands across her chest, she turned away from her husband… unwittingly offering him her gloriously naked back.    
This nymph of a woman never ceased to surprise him and he loved every moment it. Just a moment ago she was kissing him with such enthusiasm that only lovers can boast of and pulling him to her with such desperation that only lovers suffer from. And in mere seconds she had transformed herself into an elusive, coy virgin.  His Khushi was a magician. His hand moved her hair further to the side and then the tips of his fingers touched her at the base of her spine. His touch was welcomed by a hiss of unbearable pleasure. His fingers traced the expanse of her back, gently… very gently moving towards her shoulders, playing her body like a flute and her body responded to his touch, dancing to his tune… like always. 
His gentle touches were the toughest to endure. She squirmed in want and restlessness, the feeling of being there and yet not quite... Upon finally reaching her shoulder, Arnav paused to pepper random kisses around her nape and back. He lightly bit the juncture between her neck and shoulders and she hissed in pleasurable pain. Gently licking the spot, he soothed the pain while keeping the pleasure alive. What he was unaware of, however, was that at that moment it was pleasure that was unbearably torturous for his currently high-strung wife. And yet when he tried pulling her back to him, he felt slight resistance from her. Of course he knew that it was more out of a sense of societal propriety than any genuine unwillingness on her part. He bit her right ear-lobe and she hissed again clutching the bed-sheet more firmly, trying and failing miserably at reigning in her natural wantonness. Middle-class inhibitions invading the privacy of bed-rooms was not really an unheard of scenario. And yet, Arnav Singh Raizada had just as much respect for the norms of societal propriety as sun had for man made digital watches.
“Oh come-on Khushi, it’s not like I haven’t seen all this before. In fact sex is a part of our everyday routine now.” She heard his frustrated complaint but couldn’t see the teasing glint in his eyes and of course as Arnav had mentally  predicted, she turned to him in a flash. Her naked glory facing him, all thoughts of proper and improper lost.
Kya! To yeh sab aapke liye sirf routine hai?” she asked hurt. “Waise it is all my fault. Despite knowing you so well I still fell in love with the Laad Governor, so how can I complain now. Of course having se… I mean loving me is just like watching that blasted business channel for you. Laad Governor kahin ke! Why Devi Maiya, why me. Did you not like all the jalebis I served you as prasad for the last nineteen years of my life, that now my husband thinks that se… I.. I mean love is just a part of his routine...” Khushi continued with her rambling and Arnav sat there both amused and painfully aroused. Khushi, angry and naked, all at the same time was too good an opportunity to let go of. And so without alerting her, he moved his face closer to her breast. She felt his hot breath around her nipples and they pebbled almost instantaneously, her inhibitions back. But Arnav wasn’t going to give her another chance to back off and so firmly grasping her hands with his, he pushed those back into the sheet and then looking into her eyes said,

“loving you is as much a part of my routine as breathing is.” And without waiting for another moment, he had taken a round, alluring, juicy, nipple into the hot cavern of his mouth…He would never get enough of it and he was pretty sure that she had no complaints. 


AN: Hey Guys! I hope you liked the update and if you did, please do make it a point to go back on the IF thread and press the like tab under the update, it would really mean a lot to me. Secondly, there are two more pure Arhi honeymoon updates left, so keep watching this space for that. And finally, there is a poll on the top right hand corner of this, please participate there for which ever story wins the poll  shall be updated next and too within 5 days. :) Do drop in your comments on the update, I always wait for it. Oh, and in the fist section of the update, I have used the literary technique of personification and it is the voice of Light that you hear in the first section. :)

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Tuesday, April 15, 2014

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Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Arhi FF, Chamkili. Ch- 14, 'Heralding the quest'.

                                                                                Chamkili



                                                 






                                                    Ch- 14

                                                      Heralding the quest…

Celina entered Khushi’s cabin to find her walking from one end of her smaller cabin to another. Her fingers twisting the end of her dupatta and her lower lip trapped between her teeth in a grip that seemed quite painful to Celina. She knocked the door once again and Khushi came back from… from wherever her mind was wandering.  Still standing at the door, Celina offered a polite formal greeting and then informed her about the meeting that should have started by now but for her.  Khushi looked at her watch and then gasped.
“Oh! I am sorry Celinaji. Lavanyaji had told me about the meeting a while ago, I should have kept that in mind. Give me a minute please.” and saying that Khushi started gathering her things.
Celina looked at her and not as trained in schooling her expressions as her formidable husband, she could clearly see the confused and stressed woman lurking from behind the façade of composure that Khushi had forcefully imposed on her body language.
“Umm Khushi, is something on your mind? I don’t mean to pry, but you seem much stressed.” Celina asked, keeping her tone formal still.
“Oh nothing Celinaji, I am fine. Just a little personal hitch, nothing I can’t take care of though.” Khushi didn’t think it was a good idea to share something so personal with a colleague.
“Oh, okay! Shall we leave then, everyone is waiting for us.” Celina knew better than to intrude on someone’s personal space. And so with her files finally in place, Khushi left with Celina for the meeting.
Throughout the meeting Celina’s attention was trained on Khushi. No one saw anything out of the ordinary and the meeting continued. Celina too wouldn’t have seen it had she not been looking for it. But she had been looking and so she could see that Khushi was attentive, a little too attentive and the force and effort of it didn’t go unnoticed by her. Celina didn't harbor any friendly feelings for her and was always conscious of all her moves. Well, she had to be, afterall wasn't she Arnav SIngh Raizada'a wife? And yet, despite all she couldn't deny the feeling of good-will that she did have for this very odd and quirky girl.  Celina observed as Khushi jotted down points in a note-pad, frowned at figures she couldn't understand, strained to hear what others had to say and yet amidst all this she remained errily quiet. She was there and yet not quite.
The meeting ended with the facts in place, both that needed to be showcased and those that needed to be safeguarded; Figures, with their inflated and deflated versions ready; People, with their parts and positions rehearsed. The presentation was ready to be performed... while another performance was being performed already.  Samay had just said something and everyone laughed at that, and seeing them laugh Khushi stretched her lips too. Lavanya said something about Khushi's spicy secret and Khushi acknowledged it with a polite smile on a pale face, the ever-ready blush on the bare mention of her husband's name suspiciously missing from her face.

Celina prided herself on her observational skills. That was what she required to survive and that was what gave her, the right to.  She could sense Khushi’s discomfort, her fear, something was on her mind and Celina could bet her life on it. Her first thought was that all her worst fears had come true and that Khushi was going to betray all of KaLa’a secrets to her husband’s firm. But her feminine instinct told her it was different, that Khushi could cheat and yet, she would not; that Khushi was more than their rival’s wife and so her problems could be her own, hers and hers only. And so with the kind of interest and care that one human being has for another, she approached her once everyone else had left.

“Hey Khushi! Do you have a minute?”
“Ji Celinaji.”
“Okay, I don’t have the ability to beat around the bush and so I’ll get right to the point. Well, I cannot shake this feeling that you are very upset about something…” she saw Khushi trying to explain something but continued before she could say anything. “See, I know the kind of relationship we share and that you are not obliged to tell me anything. And believe me I won’t really mind if you decide not to.  It’s just that today you weren’t yourself  and with the presentation so close I am a little worried. Losing focus at this moment could be really detrimental to the whole thing. And beside all that, if I can, I would like to help you.”

Khushi was baffled. Why was Celinaji taking so much interest in her life all of a sudden? Was she okay? Did she do some grave mistake in the meeting? But no one else said anything about anything? Khushi was still struggling with all these questions when Celina once again called her attention.

“Khushi, see you really don’t have to, I understand.” and saying that she turned away from her and to the door, but was stopped by the subject of her interest.

“No Celinaji, I… I… wo actually…” Celina saw her nervousness and  regretted her enquiry. The inquisitive side of her really crossed the line sometimes.

“Khushi, it’s really fine, it was my mistake, I shouldn't have tried to delve into your private space. I apologize.” But Khushi had already made up her mind and so she started again.

“No Celinaji, you were just concerned and I am grateful for that. Actually, I was a little worried today. Wo, since the presentation was due for today, me and my husband made plans for a week long vacation and now that the presentation has been postponed I… I don’t know what to do.” She had been the verge of a break-down the entire day and now that Celina had poked the bricks once again, the damn holding her feelings inside seemed ready to burst.

“Oh!” Celina wasn’t sure how she felt about this. Compared to the things that she had been imagining, this seemed like a relief and yet, Khushi’s waxen face, now red with her attempt of holding back her tears, told her that it wasn’t supposed to be a relief.

“Khushi, if you really want to go, just talk to La or Mr. Kapoor, I am sure they’ll understand and don’t worry we’ll handle everything.” Celina said in a comforting tone.

“But… but I want to attend the meeting. But then Arnavji planned this whole trip and now if I say we can’t go, I don’t know how he’ll react. And I want to go as well. Devi Maiya please help.” Celina found herself wondering for the first time about how old was this woman or girl… or child?

“Khushi you have to make a choice and believe me whatever choice you make, no one would blame you, everyone will understand.” She looked at Khushi and she still seemed undecided, so Celina added after a little pause,

“Khushi making compromises in a relationship is not a woman’s duty, it’s a choice, and if you ask me, a generous one at that.” Celina smiled at Khushi and then started collecting her things. She knew Khushi needed to make her own choices and saying anything more would have been forcing her into the direction that she thought was right and Celina actually practised what she preached. And so she moved out, leaving Khushi alone, letting her share her space with one that rarely ever staked any claim on her… her space.  
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“Thank god, you are here. I thought you ran off scared of the honey-moon. Remember the time I had proposed backward rituals and how freaked out you were.” Arnav smiled brightly, he was in one of his very unusual ecstatic moods and that made things all the more difficult for Khushi. She was forced to take a guilt trip once again.
No, I have to talk to him, he’ll surely understand.’ Khushi steeled herself. But before she could say anything, Arnav started once again,

“Khushi, all my stuff has been packed and I took the liberty of packing some of my favorite things for you too. I’ll suggest, you pack everything up soon after dinner because we have an early flight and so you’ll have to get-up early. But no need to worry, I’ll wake you up with a kiss on your lips… or maybe somewhere else…” he winked at her. It wasn't a sight everyone was lucky enough to see, Arnav Singh Raizada talking with the excitement of a four year old, going for his first train-ride. And the steel melted once again.

“Ji.” She said in a quiet whisper. And in his excitement, her husband took that quite little, whispery “Ji” as a shy acceptance rather than what it was, a sigh of resignation.
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“Aakashji, is it so important? Do you have to leave tonight? When tomorrow…” Payal didn’t need to finish it as she knew that he would understand what she was trying to convey. Some things you didn’t need to say.

“Payal, I have already told you how important this deal is, please don’t do this right now.” Aakash said with his back to her. He didn’t want to face her… to face her fears… to face his fears…

“Aakashji, please just one day. Please, I promise I won’t stop you then. Please Aakashji.” Payal was on the verge of breaking.

“Payal please don’t do this, not right now.” He paused and then turned towards her. Then moving to where she was sitting, he cradled her face in his palms and then looking into her eyes he said in a very gentle tone.

“Payal, please understand! Now, with Bhai going away for a whole week, the entire responsibility falls on me. Please Payal try to understand, I wouldn’t be doing this if I had any choice. You are such a lovely person and very good wife, I know you understand.” He placed a soft kiss on her forehead and then moved towards the cup-board once again, expecting his wife would follow, like always… packing his stuff for him, like always… understanding, nah, obeying him, like always.

“Aacha Payal, I was thinking…” he turned back, expecting to find his wife just a step behind him like always, but she was not there. Some always’ are not meant to be.
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Khushi had packed everything right after the dinner, as he had told her, but he had noticed that she had gone through the dinner very ceremoniously, just like he sometimes sat through those never-ending havans and pujas  that his family threw every once in a while. He had read her hesitance and slight withdrawal as her nervous excitement, but he was beginning to see better now. The hesitance was there, the nervousness was also present, the excitement, however, was absent, not hidden, absent. And that troubled him. Her pain, her withdrawal, her distance, always did. He had planned a romantic night for them, the chocolate syrup finally in place and ready to use. But her quiet withdrawal had dampened his spirit well, and the chocolate syrup still lay unused. His line of thought was broken as she stirred in his arms. He knew she was faking sleep, because he was doing the same.

Sometime during the night, he felt her disentangling herself from him. He let her. With a narrow slit of his eyes, while still pretending to sleep, he saw her look at him once and then convinced that he was asleep, she got her dupatta and  left the room, very conscious of making the least amount of noise possible. He had a fair enough idea of where exactly she might have gone. He closed his eyes and laid there. She needed her space and he would give it to her.

His resolution, however, didn’t last for long and barely ten minutes later he was found climbing down the stairs and heading towards the kitchen. And of course there she was and on the counter next to her was a small pile of jalebis, small but consistently rising.  And Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada making jalebis was a firmer proof of her grief and confusion than a man with a bloodied weapon standing near a murdered man, of his guilt.

“Khushi, what happened? Did someone say anything to you or did something happen at your work? And please don’t insult my love for you by saying you are fine.” He asked her while gently cupping her face.

“Arnavji, please I can’t.” she said looking down.

“Khushi, if it was anything else, believe me I wouldn’t have asked you a second time, but if something makes you sad then I do need to know it and no, here I won’t take no for an answer.” His tone held a finality and the dam that his wife had been building the whole day finally gave way to tears of tiredness and guilt that were now dampening his t-shirt as he quietly caressed her hair.

“Arnavji, wo after you called about the bookings in the afternoon, Lavanyaji… she… she told me that the meeting… the final presentation for our new project has been postponed to Monday... this Monday. And I didn’t know what to do. Believe me I really really want to go with you and I was… no, I am very excited about this trip and I know that you are really excited too. And I don’t know what to do. But this is my first presentation and it’s really important that I be here and I don’t want to let down Lavanyaji and Kapoorji. But I can’t let you down too. And I am feeling so guilty because either way I am letting down someone and I don’t want to. I don’t know what to do Arnavji. Please tell what I should do and I’ll do that.” Sobs at indefinite intervals still rocked her slight frame but her husband by her side, still holding her in his arms was giving her all the strength she needed. 

“Khushi, when you clearly don’t want to go then there is no point talking about it.” She disentangled her form from his and looked at him, her shock evident in her eyes, the sobbing stopped though. And they stood there silently looking at each other. He couldn’t hold it for long though and a small playful smile lifted a corner of his lips.

“This is what you expected, right?” he once again took her in his arms and continued. His smile intact and so was her shock.

“Khushi we are husband and wife, equal partners in this merger, I mean marriage and no one party, I mean person is obligated to make all the compromises. Why would you even think that this would hurt me? Khushi, I am there for you and I know that you are there for me and these little bumps we’ll find all the time, but believe me these little hitches would only strengthen our contract, I mean connection.” He paused and then kissed the top her head before continuing once again.

“Khushi, never forget that we are equals. There are very few people I actually respect in this world and you are one of them, so never change. Besides, I love that spunk you have, the spirit of individuality, it’s precious Khushi and I will never let you lose it. And we have a long life ahead of us, hoping you won’t give me heart-attacks like today…” she hit his chest at that,

“Or hit me so much, so these trips will be many. Khushi, I am greatful to Lavanya that she gave you the chance you needed and I would never let you crush your dreams for anything or anyone, not even me, okay?” He smiled at her and hugged her once again. She hugged him back and thanked her guardian goddess for the nth time for the gift that was her Arnavji.

“Khushi, is everything ready for the presentation?”

“Hmmm.”

“So, you have this week-end free?”

“Hmmm.”

“So, it’s okay if we plan something for the weekend, right?” Her eyes lit-up as she looked at him in awe. He really was her rajkumar, her prince charming. She hugged him again and he got his answer. Smiling at her and then caressing her hair, he asked,

“So, where do you want to go?”

“Nainitaal.” And that one word brought all the hazy memories back; memories of her sanak and his gussa; her fear and his regret; of him fighting for her and her getting the first glimpses of her lover… her very possessive lover; glimpse of his love and of her love…

“Nainitaal it is then, my love. Just remind me to check the car tank before we leave tomorrow, I really don’t want a repeat telecast of our last trip once again.” She hit him lightly at that and he laughed a little before continuing.
“Anyway, talking of unfinished things… I have a bottle of chocolate syrup in our cupboard that has been lying there for quite a while and I have plans that include it ON you and these have been in my head for a much longer period than I would care to admit, for the fear of scandalizing you. So, what do you say Mrs. Raizada, considering our trip has been cut short by almost five days, don’t you think we need to start early… and of course, don’t expect many breaks now.” He winked at her wickedly and then drove his tongue inside her mouth that had opened in an O at his last comment.
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She retreated back in the darkness. It was their personal moment, something that no one else was supposed to see, to share and the truth was that she really didn’t want to. Yes, she was supposed to be happy for them… for their love and she was… she was… it was just that the pain that she harbored within her, carried with her, that lived with her, embittered every other feeling inside her, every other feeling, except the already bitter ones.

Where did she go wrong? What did she do to deserve this fate? Why did Khushi get everything she had ever wanted for herself? Why was she bereft of all that mattered? Why did it hurt so much? Why was she left alone to hurt… to cry soundlessly? Why was he leaving her when she needed him the most? Why could he not understand her fear of what she might see in those reports tomorrow? Why was he running away? Why was he allowed to run but not her? What if she really wasn’t good enough to be a mother? Why was she jealous of her sister’s happiness? Why is she changing? What is silently tearing inside her? What is soundlessly breaking inside her? Where was the Payal she had always known, loved and hated all at once gone?

The answers were not found that night. But the process had started already… For finding the questions was the first step towards finding the answer… wasn’t it?
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“Naniji, humen aapki bahut yaat aayegi.” Khushi sobbed a little as she hugged the older woman. This vidayi ceremony had been going on for quite a while now and two people were quickly loosing their cool, and so while Mamiji made a face, Arnav rolled his eyes.

“Khushi, we are coming back in two days okay. Just stop this and come with me.” He made a move to pull her but she once again looked at everyone and bid a moist farewell to everyone there.

“Jiji, please tell Anjaliji that I said bye to her too, okay?” Arnav rolled his eyes once again, this girl was the limit.

Once in his SUV, he took his mobile and hers and switched them both off. When Khushi protested, he silenced her with a kiss and then said to his slightly drugged wife,

“Khushi for these two days, I am not willing to share you with anyone and so I am confiscating this. Our phones will remain off for the duration.”

“But…”

“And don’t worry, Aman knows how to reach me in case of an emergency, and he not foolish enough to risk his head for anything silly, so we have the weekend all to ourselves dear.” And kissing her shock off her face, he finally turned the car and drove out of the Shantivann premises.
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“Did you know, her husband left her.” The woman in red whispered in a voice loud enough for everyone around her to hear.

“What? I thought she left him?” the woman in blue was genuinely confused.

Guruji had taken a short interval while narrating the Ram Katha and the men and women were now busy telling their own ram-kahanis.

“What! Are you mad! What woman in her senses would leave her husband, and that too a handicapped woman? He left her and then her brother, using his power manipulated the system and got him behind the bars.”

“Is that true, behenji?”

“Of course, I have my sources inside the house, so it’s one hundred percent true. I feel so sad for that man, such a beautiful man and a lawyer too. How many good lawyers do you find these days? He could have done so much better had he married my Nisha, but no, Ramji knows what magic that witch had done on him and look what she did to him. He deserved better, poor man!”

Everything else had receded to a humm as she moved down the stairs, but that voice rang clear in hers ears. ‘such a beautiful man and a lawyer too… and look what she did to him. He deserved better, poor man!’

She found herself sitting on a bench in some park, having no idea of how she got there. She had tried calling Chote, but his phone was switched off. She knew she was being selfish, but it hurt so much. The hurt felt like water, water that flowed above her now and she was choking, drowning. The suffocation got too much and she got up, her mind made. Anjali Singh Raizada knew that she was headed for her doom, but where else could she go? Where else did she belong? More importantly, no where else did she want to go but to her ruin. She would start now and then when she had reached there, she would just sit, relax and wait… wait for quamat, for the Judgement Day to come and for the devils to claim her.

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Srija